Oh, Mister Tablecloth
Summary: None. Basically it's just Orihime talking about her feelings for a tablecloth.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Oh Mister Tablecloth,
You make me feel so alive!
What is it about you
That makes me feel this way?
Is it your red gingham,
As bright as infrared,
That fills me with vigor?
Or is it your smile,
The smile I drew with a Sharpie,
That puts me heart at peace?
Sometimes when I sleep,
I use you as a blanket.
I'm so glad I prewashed you,
Before we started dating.
And when I have a picnic,
I don't lay you out on the ground.
No, you're worth way more than that.
I'll find another tablecloth.
Right now me friends are hearing this,
But right now I don't care.
Ichigo will made fun of me,
But that is all that he can do.
Someday, when they cancel Bleach,
I'll run off with you.
Rukia will look down on me,
But that is all that she can do.
But for now I celebrate that,
Our love is stronger than their teasing,
I don't care if you're a tablecloth,
Because you're a tablecloth that loves me.
A/N: R&R. It's my first fanfic, so please go easy on me. And this was just for fun; I don't have anything against Orihime!